A little while ago I posted about an orchid. I placed it on the kitchen windowsill to admire as I do the daily washing up left for me from the empty cupboards.
One morning I'm laying in my bed after yet another late night of getting to sleep after 5am when I hear a crash and I'm laying there thinking to myself "Do I Really want to know?" or shall I just turn over and try to ignore! Then the call shouts out, the blind has crashed down so I begin to panic thinking she's destroyed the orchid I treasured. The one thing that brought beauty into my dull empty life.
I "politely" ask whether my beloved orchid survived. Then the call echoes back saying yes, the orchid is fine! "Miraculous" I think to myself! Then I ask how did the blind come down. The voice from below shouts "I was trying to get a moth out the window by pulling the blind to one side to get it to fly out"! "Great" I think to myself. No wonder she pulled the blind down and nearly destroyed the orchid.
So guess who has to fix it? Yep. So I come downstairs, put it back and promptly go back to bed thinking maybe if I get up again later the day will get off to a better start! Wrong!
The cpn then calls to see her. Does what they do then leaves. When my wife comes up, I ask her if the cpn asked after me. Nope, of course not! I don't exist. I could be buried in the garden for all the cpn knows because they Never ask if the carer is ok, just as long as their patient appears to be fine!
The helper then turns up to take my wife out. Peace at last I think from hassle! My wife comes back after a walk in the fields and she says to me "Guess what?" so I ask "What?" She says they heard this cracking above them and as they moved on, a big branch came crashing down! "Damn, it missed!" I wickedly thought! (that's meant tongue-in-cheek before I upset anyone!).
Later the cpn delivers her medication and after opening it, my wife says "Guess what!". "Nah, tell me!" I ask. "They've given me the wrong tablets" she says! When I looked at the box, one side said in large printed letters "100MG". The other side where the dispensary had stuck their sticker said "25MG three times a day". On opening the box, yep, there were 10MG tablets despite the label on the box having 2 signatures including that it had been checked! Well, I thought, it's a good thing my wife is mentally aware enough to realise and not take three 100MG's tablets or she could have been overdosed by the hospital!......yeah, ok, I had another wicked thought! (tongue-in-cheek!)
So off I go to the mental health team who ignored me on their visit to point out they could have overdosed my wife and they ring the dispensary who naturally are very apologetic for their oversight! Well, they'll be hearing a little more from me!
So then evening comes, the dog's been out for his walk, he's fed and I can relax.......or can I? Wrong! My wife is standing in the kitchen by the dogs water bowl. The dog walks in after just scoffed his food down and as I've reminded her a countless number of times, Don't let him drink straight after food because water expands his tummy and yep, it all come back up!!! So yes, you guessed it. I hear the dog lapping away right beside her so I call out "You can clear it up!". Well, actually I was thinking, yep, Another job for me to do that could have been prevented! So up I get to clear up the mess and the dog's left wondering why he still feels hungry.
So I go back to relax again. Nope. My mother rings to say she's blown a lightbulb and guess who has to go and put a new one in? Yep but not today!
So my relaxation time has then gone and up I get to prepare dinner and wash up everything from the day.
Then I can relax at last because my wife is then fast asleep on the sofa for a few hours before she decides she ought to get to bed...at 5am!
No wonder my nerves are torn to shreads and I used to self harm!
Work? Lovely! It's a pleasure to get out of here......if I wasn't so tired all the time, that is!
Love, affection, hugs and all the things a "normal" husband has...what are they???
Friends.......pardon?
Hurt........oh yes, my friend........other than the dog!
Bed?....Oh yes, my sanctuary where I can live in beautiful dreams!........until the next day in the life starts all over again!
So next time you wake in a panic in the arms of your loved one, remember that at least you have their arms to comfort you and don't let go!
Sorry, I know some of you go through Alot worse than me.
Ok, moan over.